iGot! Lyrics

Imma big stepper, big poppa, don dada

Whig splitter if you come near familia

Chief rocka, non stoppa, top shotta

No suckas around me cuz I gotta

Go get it by any means

Where I'm from you can be 6 ft, no quarantine

For the bag, my niggas sold packs right up the street

That's a fact, we rode dirty but my record is clean

Keep it a stack I got gold in my soul, gold on my road

I got bread in the bank; baking more loaves

I got hoes on my jack, opps plotting though

I take the good with the bad staying 10 toes

I got moves to make, I don't have no time to waste

In my shoes, you gotta keep it laced

I got real ones surrounded round me, and you know

Cash rules everything around me, so it go

I got gold in my soul, gold on my road

I got hoes on my jack, opps plotting tho

I got homies doing time, keeping G code

I got Family ties, gotta keep them close

I got real in my blood, fakes get no love

I got deals to be made, checks to be cut

I got money on my mind, time to run it up

I got my foot on they necks, never letting up

I'm focus on the big picture

Get money, lay low, repeat to get richer

Put my people on game so they can do the same

Cuz the knowledge of the field is hidden so you not equip to play in their lane

And the shit don't change

They rather have us in shackles instead of wearing chains like pharaohs and queens

But a dollar and a dream, is what I got

Broke is what I'm not, I'll die to keep my soul instead of not, uh

Real shit no counterfeit around here

I put that work in, blood sweat and tears to be clear

Sacrifices wasn't in a trice, took a lot of time

Still trying to get the shit right, change all our lives

I'll make moves til I get pools of Billies

And I'll drop jewels until my crew is filthy

Black gold running through my veins, you know my aim

Let these bars go and let it bang

I got gold in my soul, gold on my road

I got hoes on my jack, opps plotting tho

I got homies doing time, keeping G code

I got Family ties, gotta keep them close

I got real in my blood, fakes get no love

I got deals to be made, checks to be cut

I got money on my mind, time to run it up

I got my foot on they necks, never letting up